Joe,I know it was the 28th(still) because I was able to squelch the fermenting coup my dogs were preparing to stage. Their relieved bladders prior to midnight essential extinguished the seething villagers torches.

But alas, Jerry, like Icarus, was unable to avoid the heat, and came crashing back to earth. (Hmmm...does that make Omar Daedalus?)

Honestly, I really can't fault Jerry for choosing to pitch to Pujols. It's not like Holliday was a better choice last night.